Exposures

" Adrian, we need to talk," Flora said, her voice soft and pulsing as she regarded him down the foggy hallway of the command center. Her voice was thick with times of suppressed pain and the weight of unuttered verity.

Adrian's face set hard with a admixture of guilt and discomfort." Flora, I —" He began to speak, but she intruded him brusquely.

" Do n't," she intruded." I know what you are going to say. Extra your regrets. I want the truth, not your rehearsed justifications."

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